I can see the families falling off to pieces
I can see the doubts engulfing the peace
I can see the hope breathing it's last
I can see the beauty gravely aghast
I can see the charity at home miles away
I can see the paupers holding sway
I can see the mood swing back and forth
I can see the river upstream smooth
I can see the love longing to be felt
I can see the eyes which often do melt
I can see the blisters filled with pain
I can see the labor vague and vain
I can see the elites with jagged jaws
I can see the white clothed sans flaws
I can see a girl looking to escape
I can see a boy dying to remake
© Kawsar Khalil
